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Hehhey, everyone!

Here's something for you guys - a long-in-the-making continuation to my miniseries, "Steps to Pleasure." I recently found 4,000 words of this floating around in my archives, and I liked what I had so far, and thought, now that I'm on my break, why not finish this piece up? 16,000 words later, I think that I did a nice job - but let's see how this goes down on you guys!

For everyone not familiar with Steps to Pleasure, don't worry - this story is quite self-explanatory, but that doesn't meant you can go back and enjoy the older installments as well - it ought to make for a satisfying read, I've been told!

This story has taken me quite some time and a lot of effort to compose. I would hope that you would amuse me by leaving a comment once you're done reading. I always love hearing from my readers, and all the feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Have a good read!

Cheers!

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The stallion pulled up his car on the graveled driveway in front of the dull suburban house, exactly same as the dozens surrounding it, and that was fine. He pulled on the standing brake, drew a deep, nickering breath and looked over at the neat house, hands resting on the customized faux leather steering wheel.

The glimpse of the German Shepherd's muzzle in one of the windows was hardly a surprise, as he caught a sight of the canine peering out to the yard between a fold in some fancy ass curtains he had on the windows. A gentle earthy tone, as was more than fitting, Gage thought, and nickered to himself.

The stallion smirked, showing his big, pearly white buckteeth, and gave a small wave that caused the brown muzzle to disappear, with a concurrent shift of the curtains.

He stood up, locked the car door, turned on the alarm with the ear-dropping BEEP-BEEP!, and then headed towards the front door, ropey tail flicking behind him while the big male strutted along the flagstones that made such a nice clip-clopping sound. Gage wondered, without looking over his shoulder, whether the German Shepherd was still spying on him. No matter the occasion, the tall, brown-furred, silky-coated, cocky stallion liked being the centre of at least one fur's attention. He didn't even mind the fact that it was being done in partial secrecy, and that suited him fine. He'd never been worried about that exhibitionist streak. If you got it, you were allowed to flaunt it.

The secret knowledge added to the pleasant tingle that filled the stallion's belly, and he wasn't surprised that it contributed to the familiar warm, deep throbbing in his hindquarters. The sensations within his belly concentrated on the muscled doughnut of a hotspot of his wrinkled anus, it' fleshy folds hidden under that swishy, confident tail and the globes of the gym-shaped, if also naturally talented equine rear end that filled out his jeans nicely.

The feelings coming from under the stallion's tail directly radiated into his leathery sheath. The thick-skinned fold at his prized groin was already swollen from the internal sexual stimulation that was a result of the unconscious flexing of the stallion's well-trained pelvic muzzles. Now those muscles with unpronounceable Latin names were teasing the horse's pleasure centers, even in the absence of a direct touch, from the outside or from within the stallion's well-protected back passage.

Gage did feel slightly nervous as he mounted the small steps to the front door, no matter that he had done this same trip several times before. It was quite the exciting prospect, and anyone familiar with equine body talk could have seen that the 20-something horse wasn't quite as confident as he wanted to appear.

Maybe it was the way how he first raise his hand to ring the doorbell, then stopped, his finger halfway there, how his ears flicked and he nickered, softly to himself, before the tall stallion finally touched the small brass button. The melodic chime heard from within was loud enough to make his flicker, and driven by some ancient instinct, the horse, hearing the paw steps that followed, gave one final glimpse over his shoulder before the lock clicked and the door was pulled open.

The owner of the house appeared in a whiff of his natural musk that touched the horse's nose even before his eyes fully took in the sight of him, the German Shepherd, a foot shorter than the stallion standing on his doorway, nonetheless and imposing figure in his own right, and now framed by the open door.

"Well hello there...." the gruff voice murmured, accompanied by a wagging tail.

Gage's frisky tail swished eagerly at the sight of the dog. The Sheppie stood there confidently, looking at the stallion and giving him an once-over with those attentive eyes that seemed to take in every single detail of the big, muscular horse's athletic frame that betrayed in no way that the horse was a hardcore engineer in a hardcore business, and spent his days solving math puzzles. He could've been a football player as far as a casual observer would've concerned.

The eyes were almost too attentive.

"Hi, Dante," Gage muttered, feeling oddly exposed, standing there on the outside in full view of the neighbors and staring back at the Sheppie standing in front of him. The Sheppie was only clad in a white T-shirt and some boxers that left little room for imagination.

The Sheppie's tail gave another casual wag at the greeting.

"Hello, Gage," the dog replied, repeating his earlier polite words. "Why don't you come right in?"

"Sure," the stallion spoke quickly, eager to get out of the yard.

Dante stepped off to the side and allowed the large male to enter before he closed the door. That left both of them standing in the relative coolness of the small hall that opened into the living room, to the right, and with the stairs to the upper floor.

Neither one spoke for the first few moments, when Dante kept looking at Stallion whose eyes rapidly scanned around the place, as if getting to know it for the first time ever. the Sheppie could see the few pearly drops of sweat that hung to the stallion's forehead, too, lit perfectly by the sunlight provided by the milky glass of the front door.

"I've got some beer waiting in the living room if you like, "the Sheppie noted.

Gage's ears flicked as he slowly turned about and finally came to a stop, facing the Sheppie he had come to meet on this hot Sunday afternoon. The dog looked back to him with that same confident, calm expression, all to familiar, and it did entirely mirror Gage's own slightly nervous eyes.

The stallion didn't like that nervous feeling particularly much, even though he had come to associate it with his visits to his workmate's home. It was a new habit, after all, one that had slowly built over the past three months or so. It didn't quite fit his macho mindset, but for the reward that these visits provided for him, he could take the nerves.

He could handle it.

Now he rubbed the back of his neck, nickered, and gave the adjoining living room a long glance through the airy, open sliding doors and then looked back to the Sheppie again.

"Well..." Gage began, always feeling awkward in these moments right after arrival.

Dante snorted and slashed out with his tail, from side to side, so that it almost made a sound when it coursed across the humid air.

"Humor me this time," the Sheppie spoke in that same casual rumble that always sounded almost practiced to the stallion.

Gage's neck furs prickled a little, but then again, he didn't see any real harm or potential thereof in the simple request, and he gave the Sheppie a small nod.

Dante smirked and flicked his ears amiably.

"Well isn't that great."

The Sheppie made his way into the living room, closely followed by the tall horse trailing the waggy-tailed canine who was the master of the house. As he watched the tail go from side to side, Gage also accepted, even if he wasn't completely happy about the fact, that the Sheppie was also in charge in other ways as well.

Dante flopped down onto the couch and even pulled his legs up to it, so that he could recline most comfortably. His positioning gave him a line of sight to the large armchairs on the opposite side. The seating group was completed by the low coffee table that held some beer bottles and two bowls, one filled with potato chips and the other with salted peanuts. Their unquestionably delicious scent made even the diet-conscious Gage feel hungry all sudden, and he nickered, softly, and resisted the temptation to lick his lips.

"Please...sit wherever you like...my lap included," the Sheppie mused, and enjoyed watching the show of how Gage's ears jumped, and how the stallion gave him an incredulous look, complete with a raised brow.

"Heheheh," Dante chuckled and scratched his belly through the T-shirt that nicely outlined his abs whenever his raspy, padded fingers pulled the cloth taut.

"Bah," Gage snuffled.

The stallion decided on one of the big armchairs, as he considered it to be the safest choice. Once he was pleasantly seated he also found that it was conveniently within the reach of the table with the snacks. Gage wasted no time grabbing a few chips from the neatly arranged bowl, and soon the living room was filled with the sounds of the stallion's eager chewing, open-mawed, so that Dante could very well see his large teeth working.

The Sheppie smiled a little and reached over to grab a bottle of beer from the table. A simple flick later, it was open and lifted to his lips.

"Fun weekend so far?" Dante smirked after his first "Ahhh" - inducing sip.

Gage shrugged. He licked his lips with his big tongue to catch the final salty taste from them, and enjoyed the savory swallow that followed. The stallion leaned back in his chair and relaxed as much as he could while watching the Sheppie resting on the couch, with his beer bottle and all, and the occasionally flicking tail. He seemed the epitome of a relaxed dude, to the stallion, nothing extraordinary about him or the circumstances of them sitting down and chugging beer. It looked almost...well....normal. Gage had to remind himself that Dante wasn't normal before he went on, putting up a confident smirk to his lips.

"Well, let's just say that it's been pretty fun so far, heheh," he nickered.

Gage was unconsciously pushing his shoulders backwards to better highlight his body, to show that he was a tough stallion stud, a chiseled god in comparison to the almost fluffy Sheppie lazing on the couch. His body matched the boisterous tone, by all means, and dew a curious look from Dante.

"Oooooh really?"

"Yep," Gage winked the Sheppie with his best rude wink.

Dante chuckled.

"Why do I get the feeling it's the kind of fun that straight guys like bragging about to each other, but you're being cutely shy about it now that you are in...mixed company," Dante mused, lifting his beer up to his muzzle for another cool, pleasant sip from the sweating bottle.

Gage's eyes widened a little at the accusation, and his tail slapped the chair, while a chuff of surprise and mild annoyance mixed with nerves escaped from the stallion's long muzzle.

He wasn't sure why the Sheppie always spoke to him in that way, accusing him of this and that, or scrutinizing his behavior for whatever he considered to be amusing at the moment. It was especially puzzling since it was so different from how Dante treated him at work, where they were all business, and barely ever spoke besides a hello or a "could you pass me the sweeteners, please?" at the coffee room. But then again, they didn't really interact at work professionally, either, since they were posted to different departments.

It was not like they were friends or anything...it was simply a fact in Gage's mind, by now, that they happened to work at the same place, and once a week, the stallion drove over to the Sheppie's house and he got his big stallion ass fucked by Dante's sizeable knotty canine cock.

The passing of the thought in his mind made the horse tense up, now as he always did when the topic came up in the personal confines of his mind, or between him and Dante, and whenever it happened, the stallion was lighting fast to make 100% sure that he was a 101% heterosexual horse.

How could he not?

He had absolutely no doubt over the supremacy of the female pussy as his most favorite form of adult entertainment. He loved pussy. He adored it. If he'd known how to play the guitar, he'd made indie pop songs about it. He could finger it, spread its pink folds wide open, nuzzle it, push his muzzle over it, tongue it, slurp on that hot little clit, make his lips glisten with pussy juices and tease that hot little snatch to such a frenzy of feelings that he'd be making his mares moan even from the slightest touch.

Gage loved sinking his thick, proud cock into the glorious heat of a mare and pound them until their swollen flesh was tender and the real stud would be panting and neighing roughly and wanting to pour his load into a tight snatch. He loved pumping his load into a hot girl and then pull out - whenever he was lucky enough to catch someone who didn't mind doing it bare - how his juices would dribble out of the moaning bitches' holes. His big balls had a lot to offer to the willing mares, whether it was taken roughly in their pussies, little-used girly asses or muzzles.

He hardly spent a week without a new conquest at one of the bustling singles bars in town, always on the lookout for the next hot lay. His game was rough and he knew everyone who played it, and there were no misgivings, only a mutual celebration of virility, and that is how he saw it, and that was how the cocky stallion saw himself, too, the alpha stud in his prime, always locked, cocked and loaded.

He loved to fuck and he made no secret of that, whenever in the right company. That made it especially weird to be feeling so shy, talking about his conquests, when the playful eyes lingered on his across the room and the Sheppie rolled the cool bottle between his palms.

"Well...yeah, just that kind of fun," Gage replied.

Just mentioning it caused the images of his latest catch flood into his mind. The name seemed unimportant compared to the more visceral memories of the hot night spent together.

She had been a zebra, with very ample breasts and a heart-shaped equine ass that cushioned nicely over Gage's muzzle, while he was performing a spring cleaning in the pussy department with his long, slithering tongue. The wetness gushing over his tongue had made the stallion incredibly horny, and as a reward, she had received three consecutive mountings from the big horse before Gage admittedly ran out of steam.

The memory of the evening well spent was causing his huge dong to harden inside his leathery sheath and push his blunt tip out into his jeans. His cock felt awfully hot, and oddly slick, too, even though he had washed and dried carefully before leaving for Dante's house. The warmth easily spread down along the root of his proud shaft, made his balls itch and soon reached the core of his main concern as far as it ever could have come to his burgeoning explorations of his capabilities for sexual pleasure. His hole clenched down in itself, kneaded together, relaxing, and sending little sparks of pleasure through the stallion's groin. He soon felt the need to tilt a knee over another, to at least try to hide his growing arousal from the Sheppie.

The canine was still playing with his beer bottle while he looked over to the Stallion, still smirking, and an ear was flicking with delight.

"I think the appropriate response would be...woot, man, well done, fucking yeah!" he whooped, and wagged his tail.

"Yeah," Gage harrumphed as he watched the display of the Sheppie who didn't sound perfectly convincing in his enthusiasm over Gage's later conquest.

Hell, he'd probably still be banging that zebra in her bedroom if it wasn't for the fact that Gage's most private and incidentally, his top favorite sexual act didn't require a single pussy to be enjoyed.

Since the days of his tender, self-jizzing colthood, Gage had been aware that his body was capable of producing a great deal of pleasure form the one place he had never considered to be in any way sexual, not before that accidental touch had made it all different.

Sure, judging by the looks he got from the girls in the school hallways, Gage knew that he had a killer ass, always did, and he had been aware of the lust it could generate in the likewise minded - that was, any hot mare wanting to feel the power that those tough muscles could generate while he drove himself home in their waiting pussies.

The dark secrets of the pleasures awaiting in the hot, confined reaches of his anus and the muscled tunnel beyond were something that had taken Gage by total surprise. Slowly, though, the curiosities had grown into cravings that started to become more and more difficult to sate, he was a real ass hound, with a singular target, and that was his own well-formed rump.

He had never asked any girl to do anything about it, however, no matter how he knew that his prostate was a formidable pleasure factory. It just didn't seem...proper, when he was supposed to be the one doing the stuffing, that the big stallion could be reduced into shivers by simply sticking a couple of slick fingers into his asshole and going into town. The pressure and the sensation of being filled always made him sweaty and craving for more, for something big and hot to be driven through him, to tease all those places that kept creating so many wonderful sensations inside the horse's tight passage.

Slowly fingers had become toys, and Gage had been quite fine for years, exploring his pleasures in peace and quiet, until the inspiration, the scary, dangerous, and oddly exciting thought had hit him on a lonely night full of slow, edging masturbation, hardcore porn and some sweet solo butt-stuffing.

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How about a real, pulsing, throbbing, unpredictable, pounding, thrusting, majestic cock belonging to another male, possessed by another fur who could give him the only thing Gage could not reach by his own means, even after years of training himself to a masterful level in the art of playing with his rump?

The thrill of the surprise and the unexpected, the fact that someone else would be controlling the pleasure he was receiving from the deep penetration of his rectum, resulting in, as he had hoped, an even better experience.

His macho self-image would never allow him to ask a girl to do him up the butt with a strap-on. Nor would he waste hundreds of bucks on one of those bizarre fucking machines he had seen on a fetish toy site while shopping for something new to spice up his play. They'd seemed kinda gay, too, being sold right next to some riding crops and leather apparel modeled by dirty-looking, buff males.

Coming up with the audacious idea of asking the only out gay guy in the office to do it for him seemed almost logical, now that he looked at in retrospect, and with the full knowledge that sometimes the Sheppie could be a challenge in more ways than just one. Gage refused to use the term "a pain in the ass," for all too obvious reasons.

Now the Sheppie snickered roughly.

"Hahaha, don't you worry," the very same Dante in question mused leisurely.

His deep voice brought Gage back from his reverie, and almost made him jump on that proud rump he had pressed against the leather of the armchair.

Dante was now sitting up on the couch, one arm laid over the backrest, to make the Sheppie appear as the perfect image of a relaxed fur simply having a beer and a manly chat with his dude friend on a warm Sunday afternoon when you didn't have anything particular to do.

"You know, that's a topic gay guys talk about too. You don't have to feel shy about talking about fucking, if I'm not shy. I'm definitely not. "

The Sheppie winked again, which prompted Gage's eyes to widen a little at the sudden rudeness. He couldn't deny that it made his cock his pulse a little harder upon hearing the low rumbles coming from the Sheppie. Dante was just reminding him that it was quite alright to not only think but also talk about slipping quick and fast through tightly gripping pussy lips and making those mares moan with pleasure at having such a big bitch buster inside them. The stallion's firm hips tensed as he imagined the scenario in his mind, and felt the pulsing of his thick shaft quicken. His tail twitched against the chair and encouraged another flexing of his tight hole.

Damn Sheppie...his tormentor, and also his savior, in a very peculiar sense of the word. For quite some time, Gage had wondered about the opportunities for a straight dude to get a genuine butt fucking experience without being labeled gay, getting beaten up, getting mistaken for gay, getting infected, getting turned, or getting involved in some sort of a relationship drama.

Everything he had come up with had felt uncomfortable, not to mention, ludicrously impossible, and he had been quite frustrated before the solution had walked into his life in the form of his colleague from the design office, the Sheppie, known to be gay, and recently broken up from a long-term boyfriend. That had been Gage's opportunity, for the stallion was sure that the Sheppie might be more than open to some no-strings-attached anal pounding, that simply would involve Dante's cock in Gage's hungry ass, with none of that emotional or even worse, GAY shit to go with that. He had been pretty certain that Dante would probably be seriously pent up to fuck some tight ass - admittedly very nice ass too, or so Gage liked to think about his own rear end - but being down from the breakup, he would not be missing any of the lovey-dovey gay stuff as long as he got to sample some prime stallion rump.

Gage shook his head briefly and gave the Sheppie a look.

"Well I just thought...," he made a vague gesture with his hand, the one that still felt vaguely grimy from picking the chips.

"You thought what?" Dante's brow quirked.

Gage felt an odd sense of embarrassment, a sensation he didn't like so much, but it seemed to happen regularly while he visited the Sheppie making the questions."

"Well you know..." the stallion nickered.

Dante chuckled.

"I might know, but I want you to say it aloud, Gage."

Gage snorted.

There was the Sheppie again, playing with him, as if he wasn't getting enough fun out of his co-worker already. It was Dante, after all, who had the exclusive right of sticking his well-lubed and condom-enclosed dick into Gage's tailhole and doing what he wanted with it, no questions asked, with total discretion between the two about these private visits.

That was more than enough for Gage, but for some reason, it seemed to him, the simple buttfucking wasn't enough for Dante. The Sheppie wanted to be friends too, but while Gage thought that Dante was an okay guy, he also felt that he really didn't know just what he could talk about with the gay guy.

Surely his mind worked differently, and he was into all sorts of gay stuff like...naked statues? Watching fashion shows? Gage never watched any of that stuff. It wasn't like they could talk about football or stuff like that...not that Gage followed the sports much anyway. His eyes fell on the bottles of beer on the table, sweating some water after they had been taken out of the fridge only moments before he had arrived, he thought. It was almost a surprising fact that Dante seemed to like beer, unlike some gay stuff, like...whatever they liked to drink, probably something fruity, with a cherry in it.

Even looking at them made him feel thirsty, and by now, the salt in his maw was only contributing to the feeling.

One beer would not do harm, Gage thought, and picked one of the cool, slick bottles from the table and swiftly opened it. Dante held his own bottle in his paw and rolled it from side to side while he kept watching the jumpy horse sitting on the opposite side, as the center of the Sheppie's attention for now, something Gage was all too aware of. Gage flicked his ears sharply and took a good swig from the bottle. At least the beer tasted normal enough, and cooled his muzzle down pleasantly.

Dante was still staring at him.

Gage shrugged.

"You're a gay dude, and me talking about pussy is probably not gonna do too much for you, so, I thought I'd be...be courteous," Gage mused, his free hand rubbing over his thigh, both as a slightly nervous gesture, and to keep his own attention away from the persistent rubbing from his pants, both sides, that was.

Dante's ear flicked curiously.

"Is that so really?" the Sheppie smiled. "Because if you say it like that...hmm..."

Dante rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and Gage braced for the worst, as indicated by the Sheppie's earlier hmmm.

"...and thinking about it like that, you're saying that you don't want to talk to me about pussy, because you think it doesn't do anything to me...and by doing...you mean...turn me on, yes?"

Gage snorted and made an incomprehensible noise in his throat. The Sheppie wagged his tail loudly against the side of the couch. He appeared almost gleeful.

"So, by that logic...straight guys talking about pussy to each other are trying to turn each other on...so what does that make you?" the Sheppie formulated.

Gage snorted as the twisted gay logic started to infiltrate his own mind, and his maw fell open a little, shocked and surprised by Dante's outrageous claim. The stallion harrumphed and nickered and shifted a little in his seat, so that his voluptuous, muscular rump was stroked against the leather of the expensive-looking armchair.

"Nope," he grunted, throwing his head so that his mane flowed nicely from side to side, the way it should on a big, hot stud like himself, "it's just having a guy talk, not a GAY talk, Dante, we ARE talking about PUSSY, after all, not cock."

Dante snuffled.

"I always enjoy your definitions of weird and not weird," the Sheppie commented, his tail wagging lazily against the couch now, "I really do. But still...isn't it the same effect? If I'd be talking about sucking dick with some gay dudes, probably it'd be causing some boners alright...and maybe, if the mood is right, the stories could be put into reality, too."

Gage grunted, loud and deep, stud-like.

"Well, we talk about pussy, but guys don't have pussies, so if we get boned up from talking about pussy, we can...uhh..." he stroked his fingers through his mane and tried to come to a satisfying answer that wouldn't only bait the Sheppie, "...we...well, we go out and try to find some hot pussy!"

"Awww...," Dante chuckled, pouting his lips out, "what happened to the good old all boy's night in, where you just sit down, put on some porn, whip it out, and don't mind it if paws wander a bit..."

"Ewww fuck no!" Gage almost jumped out of his seat, staring at the outrageous Sheppie with big eyes. He could help but wonder whether all gay guys were this perverted, always talking about gay sex.

"Bah," Dante chuckled. "It's probably every teenaged guy's favorite fantasy, not reality. Well, that and the locker room ones, of course."

Gage neighed.

"You've got the wrong kind of fantasies," he shook his head, quickly, and sipped from his beer in the hopes that the cold drink would soothe his nerves a little.

Dante chuckled roughly.

"Well they're the right kind to me, so I don't think you have anything to say about that, Gage," Dante scratched himself under his chin, for the fun of it.

"You sound really immature, did you know that?" Gage snuffled.

Dante gave him a look.

"It's one of my few pleasures nowadays, besides linear algebra and looking forward to these little Sunday visits," the Sheppie replied, deadpan. "And if you call me immature because I like talking about sex, then that doesn't look too good on you, either, Gage."

Gage felt his ring-shaped muscles draw upon themselves as the Sheppie again mentioned the very reason why the stallion bothered to come here to listen to this ribbing about his rampart heterosexuality. His cock had been fully hard for minutes now, and his tailhole pulsed, throbbing with that barely constrained sexual energy that he had to tame with regular toying sessions...and recently, by these secret visits.

He still didn't have to like being reminded about his habit, no matter the fact that the good glow from deep within his rump usually lasted for the rest of the day after the butt-plugging session was over. Hardly any toy could bring that kind of an aftereffect, and it was new, and great, and almost addicting.

Now the stallion had to nicker and bare his teeth briefly, and rub the side of his muzzle, thoughtfully, while he regarded the cheeky bastard. His cock was pressing against the front of his pants almost painfully by now, and all this sex talk was definitely contributing to that feeling.

"Well, we aren't doing anything worth visiting for at the moment, are we?" the cocky creature mused.

Dante's tail wagged more eagerly than before, as he looked over at the snarky male.

"On the contrary, Gage," the Sheppie replied lazily. "I do appreciate our little chats almost as much as the sex."

Gage almost wanted to say something against the sex nature of the sex they were having on a regular basis, but he decided that it might be another lost verbal battle for him, and the stallion certainly did not like losing.

"Well good for you," the stallion grunted, sitting back with his beer.

The Sheppie smirked and rubbed a paw slowly over his belly, well on his way towards the definite bulge in his boxers. The stallion couldn't help but notice the movement, but tried not to stare.

"I think I know what's good for you, Gage," the Sheppie replied, still smiling in that same manner that slightly annoyed the stallion.

Now the damn paw was definitely dipping below the waistline, over the hem of the oversized T-shirt that almost reached the Sheppie's knees, and while Gage watched, padded fingers pressed on the outline of the canine's junk. Dante let out a small rumble and made Gage's ears jump. His own cock was throbbing dully, and the tension in his well-trained pelvic muscles once again reminded him of the fact that he hadn't had any proper fun back there since Wednesday. The dry spell had been much due to being busy with work, exercise, and his social calendar, but now he was in no hurry anywhere...except maybe to getting his butt pumped as soon as possible.

The slowly self-teasing Sheppie seemed to have other plans, for now.

"Uh-huh?" the stallion perked his ears and gave the Sheppie a firm look, one you'd expect to see from a confident male such as Gage, the least wimpy guy in the city.

Dante flicked an ear at him and then removed his paw from his person, only to lift it up to his nosepad and take a long whiff of his own private musk. Gage raised a brow at the sight, not that he found it arousing or anything, but it was just...well...everyone did it, right? You were allowed to check your own scent out like that and enjoy it. Gage did it every morning when he gave his morning chubby a little squeeze and rumbled and stretched out in his bed.

"Hmmmm yes," the Sheppie replied as he put his pawn down to his side now and kept on leering at the stallion. "I think I do."

Gage's tail made a rustling sound, rubbing against the leather of the couch. He was surprised the chair didn't have leather studs on it or something. He snuffled and nickered softly in the Sheppie's direction. It seemed that Dante was taking an ever greater liking into teasing the stallion over his little...indulgence, and today he was in one of those moods that meant still more poking before the porking.

The stallion breathed out, blinked sweat out of his eyes, and took another swig from his beer. He wiped his lips dry on the back of his hand once he was done and smacked his lips for good measure.

"I see," Gage muttered.

The Sheppie's eyes seemed to light up at the stallion's words, and prompted an almost barking laugh from him. Gage tilted his head a little as he watched the oddly behaving male, and wondered whether Dante had been drinking all day before he came over. He didn't really smell drunk, no, only like canine and some fancy-pansy soap and a little bit of cock.

"What do you see?" the Sheppie demanded as he stretched himself out on the couch, paws going above his head while he appeared as the epitome of relaxed masculinity, with the oversized shirt falling over his slim body. His bulge was plainly visible, too, and Gage wondered, with some displeasure, whether the Sheppie was trying to pose for him or something.

"You know it's just a phrase," the stallion rubbed his stubbled chin.

The Sheppie licked his lips and grinned.

"Of course I do, but you could just humor me."

Gage pointed at his beer bottle, standing on the coffee table, and quirked his brow.

"I thought I already humored you with this," he let his pointing hand flick and wave to indicate their conversation as well, and then landed his digits against his knee.

"Naturally," the Sheppie replied.

His paw wandered back to his groin, and Gage couldn't help but watch how the Sheppie began to rub his package through the double layers of fabric once more. He was starting to feel impatient, with his arousal and with the need to get his very special itch scratched, and right now the only scratching was happening to the Sheppie's balls. He was almost sure that he could feel his prostate pulsing inside his ass, all too eager to be massaged well by that canine's unpredictably thrusting dick and that big, hefty knot that always left the stallion breathless when it entered him with a big, strong shove of the Sheppie's hips.

Gage adjusted his knee again, felt the fabric practically scratch against his sensitive dick, and nickered softly once more. Dante was still playing with his balls through his boxers, keeping that tempting manly meat out of sight for now. The stallion snorted.

"So what else do you want?" Gage huffed. "You already know you're going to get off, so what else is there?"

The Sheppie chuckled and winked.

"Maybe I want to cuddle."

Gage neighed.

"I' m not gonna cuddle with you," the stallion flicked his ears sharply.

"Not even a little?" Dante pouted. "Don't you cuddle with your girls?"

Gage bared his teeth in a huff.

"You're not a girl."

"Oh snap!" the Sheppie snapped his fingers for the best effect and yawned. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

Gage snuffled.

"You're drunk," he grumbled.

The Sheppie batted the couch with his tail and jumped up to a seated position again, bare footpaws digging into the carpet while he leaned back and draped his arms over the backrest in an overtly relaxed gesture. His tail swished between his outstretched legs and tickled the floor as much as his smooth-furred ankles, while he gazed at the accusing stallion and let his tongue loll out of his muzzle.

"Nope," Dante replied. "I've only had the same amount of beer you have."

Gage glimpsed at his own almost finished bottle, and snorted again. The Sheppie batted an ear at him.

"Where's your sense of fun, Gage?" the Sheppie said. "You drive all the way here for this, and then you act like a party pooper when I'm trying to be a good host."

The stallion shook his head and nickered.

"You know I didn't know come here to have fun," Gage grumbled. "Not...this..."

He waves his hand again and slapped it against his thigh, and let out a frustrated breath. The hot air and the pent-up sensation in his groin and his rump were really starting to get to him, especially now that he was literally almost a hand's reach away from the best relief he knew for his secret urge.

And now the Sheppie was playing hard to get.

How fantastic.

That was too gay.

"Not what, Gage?" the Sheppie replied curiously.

Gage grumbled to himself and then got up to his hooves, stood to his full height, and flapped his tail against his rump. The movement tugged on his fully hard dick and made him breathe out quickly at the sensation that made his shaft throb strongly and leak the clear liquid out of his swollen tip and into his silky underwear. The stallion rolled his shoulders and tried to work some of the physical tension away, his nerves, and his arousal, all contributing to the unpleasant crawling sensation under his skin.

The Sheppie's eyes followed him, and a piqued ear flicked, while he took in the sight of the tall, sleek male. Being stared like that made Gage feel even more on the spot, and forced him to nicker out once more before he spoke.

"Look, I don't want to pretend anything, okay?" the stallion snorted. "You know why I come here, and I don't pretend otherwise. I don't need any of...this."

Dante frowned.

"Sometimes you are too straight for your own good."

Gage slung his shoulders back and puffed out his chest to appear bigger and more imposing while a dark rumble rose from his throat. He stomped the carpeted floor with one of his hooves and nickered, baring his teeth for the Sheppie to see. Dante kept looking at him, from that same, relaxed pose on the couch, and did not appear intimidated by Gage's masculine display of strength and physique.

"I AM STRAIGHT!" the stallion bellowed.

"But I am not," Dante replied calmly. "I'm gay."

Gage shrugged.

"Don't I know," he huffed.

"Oh I've no doubt you know, and I'm sure you also know that I want different things from this than you do, Gage."

The stallion gnashed his teeth together and made a face, feeling the crawling sensation intensity under his skin.

"You know what I want," Gage spat.

"Ohh I know," Dante replied, and then his paw flew down, tugged on his hems, and released his big, swollen Sheppie dick into full view. The musk hit Gage's nose, and the red flesh was perfectly highlighted by the white of Dante's T-shirt. His big knot was obviously pulsing with the engorged blood filling that thick, blunt-tipped manly organ. Gage's tailhole clenched involuntarily at the idea of that thick member pushing into him, spreading him wide open and touching him in places nobody else besides himself had gone before.

"This is what you want," Dante adjusted the elastic of his boxers so that it was snuggly pulled beneath his balls, and then stroked his fingers over his glistening shaft, rumbling in process. He rubbed his fingerpads together once they left the smooth, silky skin.

Gage made a face, but wouldn't stop staring at the Sheppie's big tool.

"Well guess what, straight guy, for me it's a bit more than just that," Dante noted as he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked away the presumable drop of pre that was stuck onto one of his leathery pads.

Gage's belly churned.

"I'd really hate it if you thought that I was shallow enough that being with men was only ever about dick and ass for me, Gage," the Sheppie spoke. "Because that's not true. Being gay is a bit more than that."

"Humph," Gage harrumphed.

"Yes, of course it's a big part of it, sure, because it's sex and sex is fun, yeah?" Dante continued.

Gage remained silent.

Dante scratched his bare thigh with canine gusto.

"But it's more than that. I like male bodies. I like how they feel, how they smell, and how they move...I do like your body..."

Gage felt himself tense a little as the Sheppie spoke, and he couldn't decide whether to feel flattered or pleased about the fact that the canine was attracted to his body. Guess he couldn't help it, being a rump ranger. And Gage had a nice rump. A great rump, too, he thought, and felt it a rightful thought. His ropey tail flicked against the said double globes of fun, for emphasis on his own feeling of.

"Uh huh?" he grunted, wondering whether the Sheppie would want him to be vocally grateful over the fact that a gay dude liked his ass.

"Why, of course," Dante kept on scratching. "But there's more to it, of course. Being gay also means that you enjoy male companionship...friendship...being together without any dicks doing anything particular..."

Gage's eyes still wouldn't budge from the Sheppie's rock hard erection.

"You could say that it means that I also enjoy the male character...and I have to admit that yours isn't exactly the most charming specimen imaginable."

Gage harrumphed and squeezed his hands into fists, briefly, on either side of his toned hips, but soon had them flat again, pressing onto the firm flesh lightly.

"So what are you saying, then?" he grunted.

That damn, mesmerizing cock throbbed, and he could see a stain forming on the Sheppie's T-shirt, where his tip rested against his body.

"That I wish you'd be a bit more civil about our affair, Gage," Dante replied.

The stallion's eyes widened so greatly that it almost seemed physically impossible. His lips curled back, too, exposing his teeth in a decisively aggressive gesture at the seated canine. Gage found himself feeling so annoyed, now, on top of the arousal, that he was almost ready to storm out of Dante's home and forego anything else. These stupid mind games were really wearing down on him.

"We don't have an affair!" Gage neighed.

Dante's ears flicked at the loudness of the stallion's voice, but besides that, he didn't even flinch. Gage decided to wonder about his unnerving calmness at some other occasion, when he wasn't feeling so damn tightly wound.

"I do not hold any false hopes about us," Dante mused. "By no means, no. I let you come here and fuck you because you've got a hot body, and I would be lying if I said that it didn't turn me on to think that I was banging a self-identified straight guy..."

His huge-looking cock seemed to pulse even more intently, and leak more of his musky juices onto his shirt that seemed bound to be needing a wash before they were through.

"...and I know that's all you want out of me, and it's fine. Just sex can be alright, sometimes, of course it can. But you could still keep in mind that for me, it can also be much more, and that I hope you would be polite enough to let me treat this as a bit more than just wham bam thank you...mister."

Gage let out a loud breath, and shook his head again. Listening to the Sheppie's deep rumble was making his cheeks blush for some reason, and he didn't like the feeling.

"So what do you want then, Dante?" he hissed between clenched teeth, tail flicking nervously behind him. "Want me to stop coming or something?"

"I don't want much," Dante replied. "Only that when you come over, you don't just strut in and expect to find me waiting with a bottle of lube in my paw, which you tend to do."

Gage let out a loud, annoyed breath, but he also felt a bit relieved, too. The Sheppie hadn't told him to stop coming for servings of that exciting dick, nor had made any unusual gay demands on him. That suited him. It didn't sound too bad. He could lift his head and relax his shoulders a little, let out another cooling-off breath.

"Okay," he muttered. "I see."

The Sheppie chuckled.

"I'm sure you don't want to be seen as having about as much personality as a Fleshlight, Gage," Dante mused. "Because that's how you present yourself when you keep coming back like that."

Gage couldn't help but chuckle at the kinky metaphor, and even felt his own cock pulse with renewed vigor that wasn't brought on by being annoyed as fuck at the German Shepherd's teasing.

"Alright," he huffed. "As long as you don't get any weird ideas, okay?"

Dante licked his lips and tilted his head as he watched the stallion with a small smile on his lips.

"Worried that I might develop a crush on you and your gorgeous ass, Gage?" the Sheppie wagged his tail.

Gage shook his head and shrugged in an universal "oh, shit" gesture. Dante chuckled all too merrily.

"No, Gage, I don't have a crush on you," Dante said. "I think that after a photographer too fond on Hungarian male models, I would have enough sense not to fall for a...straight guy..."

That same damn accusing tone, Gage noted to himself, and flicked his ears at the mention of the relationship drama. He wasn't too interested in hearing about the charms of Eastern European male models, either, because the details were probably all too gay.

"Okay," he snuffled.

"Very well," Dante nodded. "I like the sound of that."

Gage gave him a look.

"Of what?" he questioned.

"Ohhh nothing..." the Sheppie flicked his ears.

"Dante..." the stallion whinnied.

The Sheppie formed a casual "O" with his fingers around his shaft and gave it a couple of slow tugs while Gage watched his every move. Dante rumbled with pleasure and let his tail wag freely now.

"Come here, Gage," the Sheppie spoke.

The stallion's eyes became dubious as he watched the canine, complete with his paw still wrapped about his swollen cock. Its smell lingered in the air, and made the horse's nice tickle, it felt to him.

"Huh?" he breathed.

"I said, come here," Dante's paw fell over the couch and patted the space next to him.

The stallion let out a nicker, but decided to follow the Sheppie's directive, and soon dropped himself down onto the couch, but at a respectable distance, of course. He made no attempts to avoid watching Dante's lap now, where the thick, red inches peeked out of the Sheppie's brown fist and pulsed in tune to the beat of his heart. The flesh glistened, and smelled strongly. Dante was smiling.

"That's nice, "Dante said, flicking a friendly ear as well.

Gage wrinkled his nose, but didn't speak a word.

Dante let go of his member and then removed his oversized T-shirt in one smooth move before he tossed the sweaty cloth aside and seated himself comfortably again, his upper body in full view now. Some toned muscle, mostly just fluffy, shiny furs, nothing like the anatomic display specimen of Gage's own body, the horse thought, but probably nothing too bad for Dante's own target group. His cock was nice, too, so...filling, he thought quietly, and felt that same damn itch intensify within him. Now it was pulsing against the Sheppie's furry belly, all alone.

Dante winked at the staring stallion and then lifted his rump just long enough to shuck his boxers away, too, so that now the Sheppie was sitting there fully naked, while the stallion remained clothed. He almost jumped when Dante put his arm over the backrest again, so that technically he could have touched the stallion, with his paw that was now palm down over the back of the couch.

"Mind giving me a paw?" Dante smirked.

Gage's ears jumped.

"What?" the stallion asked, not wanting to even think about what the Sheppie might be asking him to do. He wondered whether their earlier discussion had only been a ruse to lure him into a false sense of comfort before Dante was going to unleash a whole lot of gay on him.

"Just what I said," the Sheppie mused, poking his boner with his index finger, to make the springy shaft bounce a little. "Just your paw, helping me out a bit. Doesn't take an engineering degree to do that."

Gage gave a look at the very hard, blunt cock resting against the Sheppie's flat belly, and snorted.

"It looks pretty damn ready to me," he said.

Dante chuckled and made his dick jump against his belly by flexing his pelvic muscles, and obviously enjoyed the feeling since his tail definitely didn't stop wagging. Gage watched how a thick drop of pre-cum oozed out of the Sheppie's piss slit and drooled along the blunt, curved tip. His own cock threatened to burst its way through his pants. How much he wanted to simply sit on that thick shaft and feel it spread him open...pounding his prostate into oblivion and forcing one hell of an orgasm out of his straining body.

"Don't you want to check out what you're going to get?" Dante stated as he watched the stallion's unmistakably hungry eyes. "I bet that when you break out your toys, you run your fingers all over them, feeling them up and imagining how it's going to feel when it's going inside your tight little butt..."

Gage almost blushed, not only from the dirty talk coming from the usually always polite German Shepherd, but also because somehow Dante was also getting damn close in details to what usually went on in the big stallion's bedroom when he felt the desire for some special fun and games. He'd plug the toy onto a smooth surface with the suction cup, take a big glob of lube into his palm and then stroke the goopy substance all over the huge toy, while his tailhole would be more than likely be prepped simultaneously with a slick finger or two, spreading him out and lubing him up for the main course. In those moments, he didn't even mind the fact that he would've needed a third hand to jack off at the same time.

Now his eyes were fixed on the pulsing prick protruding from Dante's groin, and he wondered whether it'd be okay to do the same with the canine's member. He had touched it a few times, briefly, while helping out the Sheppie in aligning that butt-pleaser with his good places, but actually jerking it off, just like that...nope.

"I kinda know it intimately," Gage snuffled, not missing a beat of the deep throb of the angry-looking canine organ.

Dante chuckled and tilted his knee a little so that he could better get at his balls, held in their fuzzy sac beneath the base of his dick, and gave them a hearty tug that made his stiff shaft bounce, too. The stallion's eyes followed it almost comically, especially when the glob of pre fell from the tip and dripped onto Dante's knuckles.

"So why not check out how it compares to your little plastic friends at home?" Dante licked his lips. "Consider it healthy curiosity from my part...it's my male pride at the stake here, you know."

Gage nickered between clenched teeth, gave the Sheppie's face a look, glanced down to his lap, and then, slowly, lifted his hand. He might've been trying to sweet-talking him a bit, sure, but maybe it was alright. Hell, if he took it in the ass...his fingers weren't such a big step.

"But I'm not gonna jack you off, you hear me?" the stallion muttered, hand hovering above the Sheppie's thick cock.

Dante grinned and removed his ball-playing paw to splay his other arm over the backrest of the couch, too, and wriggled his rump into a specially comfortable position as he left the stage all free for the stallion. He licked his lips, watching the horse and listening to his slightly labored breathing.

"You know I want to stuff that tight ass of yours as much as you want it, Gage, I don't think that'd I'd want to make a mess of you before that," Dante chuckled.

Gage huffed, and flexed his fingers a little in preparation to the nervous task at hand. His palm felt a bit clammy, even.

"Do you just want me grab it, then?" he muttered. "Do you need some lube?"

Dante chuckled again, and made his cock flex with his convenient inner muscles again. The stallion's ears jumped at the fleshy batting noise, subtle as it was.

"Well, as you can see, it's pretty wet already, and I ooze a lot, so usually I start with a bit of spit on my palm and work with what I'm putting out once that starts," the Sheppie detailed with a broad grin on his muzzle. "I mostly spare artificial lube for other activities."

Gage didn't want to think what kind of activities those could be, and decided that since he surely as hell wasn't going to start spitting on Dante's dick, he would have to do with what he got now. The stallion took a deep breath and cupped the shaft into his hand, and then curled his fingers so that he could carefully lift it up from its flopped position over the Sheppie's belly. Soon the pink tip peeked out from his grip, glistening, and the whole shaft pulsed against the wide-eyed stallion's palm.

Well...it definitely didn't feel like the HuffWuff material, neither in texture, or the firmness. And it was throbbing, too, and smelled like dick instead of the faintly plastic scent he always associated with toys, especially when mixed with some silicone lube, for the best staying power. It didn't smell quite like Gage's own rock hard horse dong, no, but still...familiar enough. Almost enough to pretend that it didn't belong to the quietly murring dog, though he could live with that.

"Hmmmm...." Dante rumbled, tilting his head back a little.

Gage tried giving the thick shaft in his hand a small squeeze, to test out the firmness, he reminded himself, and wondered whether doing that would cause the knot below to somehow swell up when the blood would be forced away from the dick part of the dick and into the bulky knot. He couldn't really see from this angle, though, not with his arm on the way. The Sheppie rumbled again, so it probably felt good, too. His tail was definitely liking it, and Dante's eyes seemed a bit heavy-lidded.

Dante wasn't sure just how long he simply held the German Shepherd's dick in his hand before he remembered that he was supposed to be comparing, and cleared his throat. His fingers didn't budge.

"Well..." he muttered. "I guess you're...uh..."

Dante opened his eyes fully and trained an ear in Gage's direction.

"Hung?" he grinned.

Gage snorted.

"Nicely sized, I guess," he replied, trying to sound matter-of-fact despite the hot feeling over his cheeks.

Dante grinned.

"So I'm nice now? Cool!" the Sheppie yelped.

The stallion shook his head and gave the Sheppie another little squeeze. Maybe that'd shut him up, he thought, and then listened to the deep rumble that rose from his throat. The dick in his hand seemed to pulse some more, too, and trickle pre down onto Gage's fingers. The stallion almost pulled his hand away at the sensation, but reminded himself that his hand was already covered in dick-ooze, so the damage had already been done.

"Uhmm, well, I guess," he mused.

"I'm a little under eight inches, tip to base," the Sheppie replied, "if you want hard measurements, heheh."

Dante licked his lips and enjoyed watching the stallion staring at the dick in hand, as if trying to do the same measurement by eye, as much as with his hand that covered most of the shaft above the big knot. Gage gave him a small nod, and adjusted his grip, much to the Sheppie's rumbled enjoyment.

"My WuffHuff Medium's about eight and a half," Gage muttered.

Dante flicked his tail against the stallion's ankle and chuckled roughly.

"So I lose to a piece of latex now, huh?" the Sheppie pouted. "Am I not good enough now?"

Gage's ears jumped.

"I didn't say that!" he yelped.

"Good," Dante winked. "I'd hate for an unflattering comparison..."

Gage grumbled and gave the Sheppie's proud dick another squeeze, if only to stop that leering from happening so intently. His quick maneuver made Dante almost bark out with pleasure, and his tail swished rapidly from side to side while the stallion kept up the pressure.

"Well you know which one I prefer," the stallion muttered, almost embarrassed by his admission.

Dante's annoying grin broadened, and bucked his hips a little, so that his slick shaft pushed through Gage's grip. The stallion gave a surprised nicker and almost pulled his hand away, but the movement ceased, and he remained. The Sheppie licked his lips.

"Yeah, you were quite vocal about that before," he mused. "Consider me flattered."

Gage shrugged before he nodded, somewhat politely.

"Hmmmm."

"Heh, it's still small compared to your monster in your pants," the Sheppie flapped his tail against Gage's knee, as if to indicate that the horse's equine endowment might reach that low in his pants leg, and grinned.

Gage wasn't sure whether to feel proud about the comparison or feel slightly irked by the sudden curiosity about his junk, but he also knew that there was no denying his own pleasure with the size of his cock. Not too small, not too big, and the girls digged it. Guess it wasn't a wonder that a gay guy would be curious about a big dong, too.

"Well...uhmm..." Gage scratched his neck and felt his cock pulse against his belly, the bulge well visible, of course, in his shirt and the front of his pants, "...I mean...well, you've seen it..."

"I sure have," Dante grinned. "It's what, ten inches? Eleven?"

Gage harrumphed.

"Between ten and eleven, yeah," he said, not wanting to disclose the exact length down to every 24th of an inch.

"Phew!" Dante chuckled. "I'm sure the girls don't mind."

"Hell no!" Gage smiled, showing all of his teeth as he let out a big masculine neigh to prove his virility among the ladies, even while his nursed on a German Shepherd 's swollen dick.

"I can't even imagine what it'd feel like to have something that big inside me," Dante mused, his eyes lingering on the horse's bulky groin. "Don't the girls get raw?"

Gage shrugged.

"If I make them get off half a dozen times in one go, I'm sure they don't mind if it stings a bit afterwards," the cocky horse suggested. "Besides, I go for the big ass types. They know how to take it."

"How...eloquent," Dante commented. "But still...damn...ten inches...and you aren't low on girth either..."

The stallion's hand rubbed down along his neck and then over his shoulder blade, and he even adjusted his grip on Dante, that seemed to linger on now that they were talking and the Sheppie hadn't suggested any more outlandish activities to him.

"Yeah, it's quite the stretching but it feels great going in and out," the stallion nickered.

Dante's ears flicked curiously, and once his brow quirked, the stallion realized what he had just said, and his hand immediately flew away from the Sheppie's groin and landed against Gage's own thigh. Gage huffed and felt a genuine blush now, gracing the skin under the neat, brown fur of his cheeks.

Damn. He'd just accidentally told Dante that he knew what ten inches of horse dick felt lodged in his ass, and of course he knew, he had made sure that the equine-shaped toys he owned never exceeded his own cock size, and the biggest one he owned was the ten-inch life-cast purchased from a naughty online store. It'd taken a while to negotiate that all the way into his ass, especially since the stallion was so prudish about making sure to maintain maximum muscle tightness, but the results had been an explosion of pleasure in his prostate, and a magnificent hands-free cumshot that almost sprayed the computer keyboard.

"Awww," the dog rumbled by him, now without the warm grip on his member. "Just when it was getting good..."

Gage wiped his slightly slimy palm onto the couch, no matter the consequences on the upholstery, and then dropped the hand over his groin again. He didn't look at the Sheppie's leering face, not now, and instead tried to stare at the beer bottles on the table. He contemplated grabbing one and downing it in one gulp. Perhaps the cool drink would get the heat down his cheeks down, too.

"Oh well..." Dante lifted his paws up high above his head and stretched while Gage remained sitting on his side of the couch, offish and not looking at the male, even with that attractive cock hanging out in full view. Dante rumbled pleasantly and scratched his chest when his paw was on its way down, and looked over at the suddenly flustered horse with an amused smirk on his lips.

"Still nice, though. Good to hear that I measure up nicely."

Gage gave him a small glimpse from the corner of his eyes and flicked an ear at the German Shepherd. Dante smiled and rubbed his palm over his firm erection, and let out another content bark-like rumble when he felt himself up.

"I'd return the favor but I know your stand on that, so I'll be content with your ass, then," the Sheppie stated and made a point to look squarely at the nearest full hip in his view, a foot between them on the couch which gave him yet another nice line of sight to the thickly muscled rump and the horse's swollen package.

Gage nickered.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm pretty damn pent up."

Dante chuckled.

"Weeeell..." the Sheppie deliberately lengthened the sound as he mused and rested his paw nearest paw against the stallion's hip, "I'm quite ready to have it, too...just have to hope you have been sparing with that big toy of yours...I do like it tight..."

Gage grumbled and felt himself tense under the touch.

Of course the Sheppie not only groped him, but returned to the topic of the damn toy. He wished he hadn't slipped it, let alone even confessed to the exact inventory of his toy collection, the first time they had done the deed and Dante had had so many questions to his eager, if nervous visitor. And of course all the talk about butt-stuffing was making his Kegel's-trained rear passage squirm and pulse, as if it was craving was for anything to pass through his fleshy gates and provide the much-needed relief for his swollen prostate. The paw remaining on his hip didn't help with the craving, either.

"If you must know," he muttered, hoping to distract Dante with some hard facts that ought to prove interesting enough for the lecherous-minded dog, "I didn't...play after Wednesday, and then it was only my prostate massager."

Dante let out a bright chuckle and patted Gage's hip again, squeezing on the fleshy muscles a little and making the stallion's tail flap against the couch.

"You've really made an art out of it, haven't you?" he stated. "Such an arsenal of ass pleasuring tools and skills you have acquired over the years..."

Gage shrugged and rubbed his bulging boner through his pants, thinking that it was more than appropriate by now, after the dick-rubbing, and all that stuff. Even the simple feeling of his hand felt great, and made him throb powerfully in the confined space provided by his pants. He'd really need to get it out, soon, or he'd soil himself. But preferably only after sitting on the German Shepherd's hard cock.

"I know what feels good," he muttered.

The naked engineer smiled and gave his equine guest's rump an extra nice pat as he nodded his agreement with a grin.

"And that's all that matters in the end, yes?" the proudly erect Sheppie stated.

Gage released his pressure on his own arousal and nodded.

"Sure," he said.

"That's the spirit!" Dante declared as he suddenly stood up springily from the couch and turned to face the horse, erection bobbing in front of him.

Gage's ears jumped at the sudden rise in the Sheppie's tone, not to mention, the surprise in the movement, and that pleasant up and down bounce, too, which his eyes soon followed. Dante wagged his tail and smirked down at the still seated stallion.

"Come on, then!"

"Hmmm?" Gage stated.

Dante snuffled and smacked his lips.

"Time to get to the business, big boy," the Sheppie winked.

Gage's tailhole seemed to try to implode as he felt his anal muscles quivering in delight at the direct proposal of getting something done with them. He was up to his hooves in no times, heart racing in his chest while he looked at the grinning Sheppie, as if awaiting further instructions.

"If you say so," the stallion breathed, trying to hide his excitement, as much as it was possible with a ten-inch boner tenting out his soft well-fitting cloth pants.

"Of course," Dante stated. "Are you all ready to go? Need the bathroom first?"

Gage snuffled.

"I went before I came here," he stated, proud of the fact that he'd never let such an amateurish mistake distract them from his weekly pleasure session.

Dante chuckled.

"Great!" the Sheppie wagged his tail, the movement which caused his dangling forward appendage to wobble as well. "To the kitchen it is, then."

Gage's ear flicked curiously.

"Huh?" he muttered.

Dante simply grinned and rounded the couch on his way to the kitchen, leaving the stallion stare at the Sheppie's swaying tail and his compact ass while he walked leisurely on his merry way. The stallion nickered, scratched his jaw for a moment while he watched Dante disappear, gave a "what the hell" shrug and then followed.

Dante was sitting on a corner of his dining table, easily big enough to accommodate the six chairs that lined it, and he grinned broadly when a dubious-looking Gage entered his spotless kitchen. Gage surveyed the room for any curious sights, but found his eyes soon drawn to the leering Sheppie's canine erection, a true landmark, if any, that was bound to attract the stallion's attention. Dante had his paws on the surface of the table, too, and he leaned back a little to jut his hips forward again, which only added to the effect.

They stood staring each other for a few moments, Gage breathing heavily, the Sheppie grinning. Gage rubbed his neck slowly.

"So...what are we doing here?" the stallion stated.

Dante chuckled.

"Well I was thinking about fucking, unless you have something else in mind."

Gage's eyes widened.

"In the kitchen?" he nickered, sounding incredulous.

Dante grinned.

"You never did it in the kitchen?" the Sheppie mused.

Gage snorted.

"Of course I have done it in the kitchen!" he puffed out his chest.

Dante wagged his tail against a table leg and smiled still.

"No problem, then," he said as he hopped from the edge of the table and walked, naked, in the stallion's direction.

Gage watched wide-eyed how the red erection bounced along to the Sheppie's step, while Dante walked over to the kitchen island and pulled out a drawer, and soon produced a couple of condom wrappers and a bottle of lube which he then dropped onto the tiled surface. liking, while Gage started to feel more and more awkward about the situation. The broad, sensual smirk on the Sheppie's muzzle didn't help at all, giving him an once-over again and definitely concentrating on the stallion's rear end.

"You're fucking serious, aren't you?" the stallion grunted as Dante sat himself down on one of the leather-covered bar stools on the other side of the kitchen island.

"Of course," Dante replied. "I'm nothing but serious when it comes to fucking."

"But it's the kitchen!" Gage snapped.

"You just said that you'd done it in the kitchen."

"Not THAT!" the stallion nickered. "As you well ought to know, I've only ever done it in your bedroom!"

Dante grinned and rapped his clawed paw against the kitchen island surface while his other paw drifted down to his groin and cupped his balls for a bit of a personal massage.

"Definitely time for a change then," Dante rumbled. "I'd hate to become predictable."

Gage whinnied.

"I like predictable!" the stallion grunted.

"Worry not," Dante mused as he made his balls jingle and his cock bounce, "you'll still be in charge, as you like it...I'm not gonna take any liberties on your wonderful person..."

Gage bared his teeth.

"You better not try," he growled.

"I'm only offering a bit of a change of pace," Dante said, murring as he felt himself throb and flex. "Just for your pleasure."

Gage gave him an ugly look, but couldn't deny his own arousal, and curiosity on what the Sheppie might have in mind. Maybe he'd be willing to hear it out, too. He flapped his tail against his remarkable hindquarters and folded his arms across his chest, to show that he would be adamant, if needed.

"What is it then?" he demanded.

Dante grinned toothily.

"Well, remember a couple of weeks back when I suggested we should do it missionary style?"

Gage tensed at the words, and made his thoughts clear with the hiss that followed. Too homo, he thought, ears flattening a bit at the memory of the awkwardness.

"Yeah," he said, "I remember."

"Soooo..." Dante's cock continued its bouncing motion while its owner played with his low-hanging balls, "I think I figured out a way for you to get it on your back and make it feel a bit more to your liking."

Gage flicked his ears tall, and huffed.

"Why'd I want to do it on my back if doing it on my hands and knees is just fantastic?" he stated.

Dante shrugged.

"Well I'm sure you know that it feels different when it comes from different angles...surely you've played with yourself while you're on your back...surely it feels different to sitting on it, for example...which we have obviously done to your liking..."

Gage remembered the way how he'd messed the Sheppie's sheets with his copious, ballistic discharge, and couldn't deny the effect the aggressive angle of attack had had on his hands-free orgasmic nirvana.

"Sure. It's an equation of pleasure versus tiring arms for most part," he snuffled. "When flying solo."

Dante chuckled heartily and released his package, and simply relaxed for the moment on his stool.

"So why don't you get rid of those clothes, handsome, get on your back on that dining table and see what happens?"

Gage couldn't decide whether his dubious gaze should first glance at the Sheppie or the table in question, which forced him to remain staring straight ahead of him, dumbly, while his mind went around in circles on the issue of getting butt-humped. It seemed that the usually mannered Dante was even more kinky than the stallion could have imagined - especially after the confession that screwing a straight guy was a definite turn-on - and now things had proceeded to employing different rooms of the house for the purpose.

"Are you really serious?" Gage muttered, forcing himself to look at the leering Sheppie and his bouncy erection.

"I told you that I am," Dante mused. "Just wanting you to get the best out of these little trysts...and I can't deny own pleasure, of course."

Gage snuffled.

"So you'd be getting off from the idea of doing my ass in your kitchen, huh?" he stated.

Dante slipped onto his footpaws and walked over to the stallion, so that they were face to face, so that his slick dickhead almost touched the stallion's belly as he stood there, smiling calmly once more. His eyes seemed to be gleaming as he reached out with his paw and squeezed on Gage's rump, and made the stallion nicker at the sensation.

"Why, yes, I would..." the Sheppie smirked, and kept up his groping. "And I would like to do it before I'm starting to get blue balls here..."

Gage's own hefty-sized gonads were itching in a manner that threatened a similar condition to happen to the equine's own family jewels. He knew that he would have to unload soon, and preferably in the best way possible, too...hand flying over his dick while his ass was stuffed over and over again. His cock had been hard for so long now, too, that it almost seemed it wouldn't ever go down again.

Damn Sheppie and his flighty paw, making his asshole throb again with his butt massage. He wondered whether agreeing to this would count as being seduced by a gay guy, but he was too far gone by now. The stallion needed this.

"Humph," Gage snorted and stepped backwards, to get that paw away from his ass. Dante quirked his brow, but dropped his paw against his hip instead. His eyes remained on the stallion, especially when Gage nickered and began to unbuckle his belt.

"Now we're talking," Dante chuckled.

Gage didn't waste any time with his pants, shirt, and boxers, and he let out an immensely satisfying moan when his erection sprung free and slapped wetly against his belly before it landed into its natural 90 degrees angle and oozed a big glob of pre onto the Sheppie's floor tiles. A foot-long string remained attached to his tip, but broke away over the bag of Gage's hand when he instinctively grabbed himself and gave his shaft a couple of good, slow, relieving strokes. The stallion snorted and huffed as he enjoyed the feeling. His shaft throbbed joyfully, and giving himself a bit of good old five fingers while Dante watched and played with his own dick was not something to make him feel too self-conscious. They'd be doing a lot more in the next few minutes, he suspected, and that was the only thing that kept him from doing some other kind of finger play as well.

"Damn..." Dante murmured, eyes fixed on the stallion's ten inches. "Never get tired of seeing that..."

Gage snorted and flexed his cock in his grip.

"You can look but not touch," the stallion grinned confidently.

"Awwww," the Sheppie flopped his ears down.

The stallion neighed again and released himself, with another small gasp when the warm grip disappeared. His eyes lingered over to the table now. His chin received a rub while he stared.

"Are you sure this is gonna support my weight?" he spoke in an engineering voice.

Dante stepped over and patted the stallion's nearest butt cheek with his warm paw, and chuckled, hot breath flowing against the stallion's shoulder. Gage almost jumped at the sensation, but kept steady. No need to freak out now, he reminded himself.

"Why do you think I haven't done this on the table before, Gage?" the Sheppie rumbled from behind the horse.

Gage shrugged and was about to turn at Dante to give him an annoyed look, but Dante was stepping back again, to fetch the lube and condoms from the kitchen island. Gage stood still, still wondering what'd be the best way to climb onto the table, and whether it really wouldn't collapse under his weight while they were getting busy. His reverie was rudely interrupted when Dante flapped his ass with his bushy tail, leaning over the table to place his plastic goods there. Then the stepped back and grinned.

"Stand on the end of the table and put your hands on it," Dante mused. "I want to do my inspection first."

Gage grumbled at the slightly bossy tone as well as the further delay into his ultimate butt pleasure, but he couldn't deny that his tailhole was merrily pulsing at the idea of another dose of having the Sheppie's tongue run circles around it. He'd never had any of his girls rim him before...and with his past knee-weakening experiences with Dante, the stallion had recently seriously wondered whether he should just ask one of the girls to do that as well. Maybe it wouldn't be took kinky on this modern era of free sexuality, he thought, slightly bemused, as he clip-clopped over to his assigned position, pressed his palms flat over the cool wooden surface, and pushed his rump backwards by arching his hips. His tail swished to the side almost instinctually, and mostly flowed over his right rump cheek, as he stood there, slightly bent over, well exposed, and damn ready.

"Hmmm....nice...."

Gage grunted.

"Come on, tease."

The Sheppie's toeclaws rapped against the floor loudly when he approached, but then the foremost sensation was the warm, softly furred paws landing on Gage's rear, followed by the Sheppie's breath flowing against the stallion's big, low-hanging balls. The stallion nickered and tried not to flap his tail around at the sensation, and instead concentrated on steadying his hands while Dante squeezed and rubbed his buns with obvious glee.

"Been doing your exercise, I see...not a single inch of flab in sight...oh yes..."

The groping and squeezing continued, while Dante's eyes sought out the deeply wrinkled pucker at the base of the horse's obediently raised tail. The Sheppie grinned once more before he dipped his muzzle between the horse's spread ass cheeks and ran his tongue up from his balls all the way to the inviting, pursed opening. Gage let out a pleased whinny at the brief sensation, and had to adjust his legs. His ears flicked down at the smacking noise Dante's lips made after first contact.

"Hmmm..." the paws moved still, kneading into the firm muscles, "all nice and fresh here...how do you do it?"

Dante didn't wait for the answer, but went on kissing the horse's taint, and enjoyed the rumbles and deep breaths he got out of him, even before his lips reached the silky rims of the protruding pucker of a hole and gave it a big, good smooch.

"Humph...ahh...a shower and...hmmm..."

That damn tongue made circles around him now, slightly tickled by the black hair that lined the stallion's crack, but it only added to the sensations associated with the act of ass-licking. The Sheppie rumbled contently, and slobbered spit over the stallion's hole, lips making gnawing motions over the fleshly anus.

"...damn...uh...a bit of lukewarm water..." Gage rumbled, slowly, almost breathless with the teasing against his pulsing skin.

The kneeling dog tilted his head back, snickered, pushed his thumbs against the horse's taint and really spread him wide open before his tongue was firmly dug against the horse's pucker, and the real drilling could start. He might've not actually tried to get into Gage's back passage, but trying was fun enough, and listening to the incoherent moans and rumbles only added to the fun. The stallion's cock was dripping over the table, but that served to make the air even muskier to breathe, while Gage's back arched and he tried not to suffocate the Sheppie by pressing his ass flat against his muzzle.

"Hmppphpphpph" Dante commented unhelpfully, lips and tongue far too occupied to form any coherent speech for the moment.

"Ahhfuck..." Gage nickered as he felt the tongue press deeper into the center of his clenching hole. The sparks of pleasure warmed up his whole abdomen, too, and made him breathe heavier, deeper, while the Sheppie slobbered and toyed with him. He had to admit, Dante really seemed to know what he was doing back there, and he had the stallion grunting and rumbling in no time with that damn slick tongue of his making a total mess of his ass crack. He could feel spit dribbling down along his taint and wet his churning balls, craving for the ultimate release.

Now the Sheppie was shaking his muzzle from side to side as if trying to shake off water from his head after a shower, the sensation and movement all directed against the stallion's sensitive taint and hole. Gage threw his head back and almost bellowed out.

"Fffffuuck!"

Dante chuckled and breathed loudly, tongue hanging out of his muzzle while he beheld the work of his dirty actions on the Sheppie's spread taint. His thumbs pushed firmly against the sinewy muscles, and he watched how the pressure made the thickly ringed hole wink upon itself again.

"Thought you'd like that particular part..." Dante wagged his tail against the floor.

"Jesus..." the woozy stallion rumbled.

Dante slurped his tongue over the stallion's taint and gave his crack another good, long lick before he spoke again.

"Is that a yes or would you rather get to the next part?" he questioned. "Not that my tongue is tired yet...damn...."

Gage rumbled hotly and shook his head to clear his drowsy mind. His cock seemed to have pulsed out half a beer bottle's worth of pre onto a small puddle on the table. His balls ached.

"Just fuck me, okay?" he groaned, not looking back to meet the stallion's eyes. He wasn't that far gone.

"Right-o," Dante chuckled and departed with a final kiss against the stallion's balls. "You stay put."

Dante got up, and now he got a curious look over the stallion's shoulder, while he retrieved the condom from the table and tore into the plastic to get it out. Gage decided to cut the time needed for the next part by taking the lube and squeezing some onto his hand. He hissed a little when the cool liquid made contact with his spit-polished pucker, but nickered when the pleasure of the touch overcame the odd initial feeling. His hole accepted the double digits easily and squeezed pleasantly around his fingers, while the smooth lube slickened him up. He was soon nickering again, enjoying the sensation of his fingers sinking deep into his steaming hot insides.

Gage tried not to feel too self-conscious, even while Dante was lovingly rolling the plastic sheath over his dick, and Gage fingered lube into his hole. Both acts seemed oddly intimate, too, and private, somehow, even if they were in they were standing a yard apart. Dante soon took his paws away from himself and simply remained there, cock dangerously hard and pointing at the ceiling, while he grinned and watched the stallion finish up with his rump. Gage noticed the gaze and snorted as he pulled his fingers out of himself with a slick popping sound.

"All set?" Dante mused.

Gage nodded.

"Get back to how you were before, we can start out like that," he grumbled.

The straight stallion was way beyond complains anymore, and simply slammed his hands down onto the tabletop, spread his legs, and planted his hooves firmly on either side. The Sheppie's eyes keenly took in the attractive curve his back made when Gage pushed out his ass and flicked his tail to the side.

"Hmmm hmmm...can't say I'll ever get tired of this sight..." Dante slurred while he positioned himself behind the stallion and pushed his blunt tip between Gage's lubed cheeks.

Gage bit his lip at the feeling of the thick erection poised at his heavenly gates, and didn't speak a single word of complaint against being talked about as a sex object.

"Ohhhh yes..." Dante muttered, grounding his tip into the horse's crack with the help of his paw. "Time for you to work those magic muscles of yours, Gage...show me who's the ass boss..."

The Sheppie only had to nudge his tip against the stallion's pucker and apply a little pressure before the muscles relaxed and allowed two inches to slip into the stallion's tight, hot tunnel. Gage whinnied at the sudden pressure and the sensation of being spread open, head hung low, shoulders slung back while his body rode out the sensation of being penetrated.

"Hmmmmmmm...." Dante's paws landed onto the stallion's hips, and he allowed himself a single buck of his hips to push another inch into the gripping rectum.

"Nghhhhh..." Gage grunted at the familiar, yet special sensation of his ass being spread open by forces not under his own control. The next thrust put all five above-knot inches into him, and the tip pushed against his prostate. His thick cock jumped at the sensation and made his insides coil down on the Sheppie's thick member. The pleasure only intensified, and caused his beautiful, sweat muscles to flex and quiver.

Dante stood tall, admiring the stallion's shoulders while he kept a good grip on the horse's wide rump and enjoyed the feeling of being under his tail again. His own wagged from side to side, and his tongue lolled out with his panting.

"Told you it feels good like this..." the Sheppie growled, claws pressing into the horse's hips in points of almost painful pleasure.

Gage suspected that it felt a bit too good, the way that blunt tip squeezed on his prostate, but the sweaty stallion could do nothing else but neigh softly and surrender to the heated contractions of pleasure flowing through his lower body, from his ass to his throbbing cocktip that was again making a mess of Gage's dark, polished table.

"Reeeeally good..."

Dante pulled back a little and used his paws to keep Gage's rump cheeks nicely spread so that he could watch himself slide out of that tight hole. He could see the glistening ring bulge outwards with the motion and squeeze down on the girthy member slipping through its zealous grip. The pressure was too uniform to be a merely natural reaction to the movement, and the Sheppie had no doubt that this was Gage's talented muscles at work now, primed for maximum performance.

The Sheppie well knew that the stallion had been around the silicone block enough times that there was no need for any real preliminary action before he could kick up the gears. Dante wasted no time in withdrawing himself out all the way until only his tip remained kissing the inside of the equine's tight hole before he plunged all five inches in at one go.

He slid through steadily, sinking into the horse until his knot nuzzled Gage's hot anus and ground into it. His paws grasped tight while his hips began to rock at a steady pace now, driving himself in and out of the warm, squishy tunnel. The stallion, being soundly bred now, didn't even try to keep down his moans while Dante got busy with three of his favorite things, namely, his anus, his prostate, and his pubococcygeus muscles. His insides squirmed around the invading cock, pulsed on it, suckled on it, bore down on the thick shaft as it prodded its way through his insides, and all he had to do was to enjoy the ride!

The Sheppie's thrusts soon had his cock swaying, too, not quite hard enough to bang against the tabletop, but the sensation contributed to the warm waves of pleasure filling him up. Strong muscles rippled over his back and his hips, covered in sheen of sweat that soon began to find its way into the natural curves and crevices.

The thick pumping into his rear continued without a pause, Dante was really swinging things up while he thrust into the stallion and kept both of them breathing loudly. Gage could feel the occasional slap of the Sheppie's warm balls against his own, but that was always brief sensation that definitely didn't distract him from the warm pleasure radiating in his groin. He soon had his hips rocking back to meet the deep plunging.

The constant stroke of that thick shaft against Gage's prostate soon reduced the proud stallion to whinnying and open-mawed panting ,while the Sheppie's low grunts began to sound more like quick, deep barks. His tongue dribbled spit over the horse's back, but Gage did not have any mind left to protest being marked with the Sheppie's scent. The only thing he was concerned with was the heat, the pleasure, and the warmth that overtook him.

It was thus especially shocking for him when the motion suddenly stopped and the pressure and feeling of fullness disappeared, with Dante pulling himself out of the stallion's opening with a loud slurp. Gage's sweat ears flicked in surprise, and his head flew up, to look over his shoulder. His eyes looked pleading, even as they were half-lidded and the male almost had foam coming off the corners of his maw. Dante was breathing heavily too and stood only a foot away, still fully primed.

"On your back, now," Dante rumbled.

Gage swung himself around and hopped onto the edge of the table, his rump landing with a loud thump that made him groan a little, too with the sudden weight on his newly buggered ass. He laid himself down and wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next, but Dante, again, was faster than the horny stallion. He stepped forward, grasped Gage's shapely legs, and lifted them clean over his own shoulders, paws rubbing down along to the horse's knees.

Gage nickered and his eyes widened as he was suddenly exposed in such a manner, his ass surely propped up by this maneuver, and his tail hung powerlessly off the edge of the table. He only had the time to give the passionately grumbling Sheppie a single quick look before the blunt tip pushed against his hole, and then he was filled again, roughly, in a single thrust that drove Dante in all the way to the knot.

Again, the thrusts began, and once more, the stallion's body gripped on the strange, mobile intrusion, muscles working to squeeze down on the Sheppie's shaft while he pounded hard into the horse's ass. Gage's body began to rock back and forth on the table, which thankfully didn't make sounds that indicated sudden loss of structural integrity, and allowed the panting horse to relax into it as much as he could.

Gage folded his left arm under his head for comfort, while his right paw reached over his sweaty belly and grabbed the sweaty, musky snake that was his cock. The thick shaft rested against his abs, up until his fingers closed around it, and a slow stroking began. Gage could tell my the Sheppie's hard thrusts and his loud grunting that Dante might not last very long anymore, and he really wanted to get off while the dog was still pumping his ass.

The new angle felt great, too, since it caused the Sheppie's cocktip to plunge direction against Gage's prostate whenever he thrust into him, and the rim caught him on the way back, too, and created a second pulse of pleasure that made the stallion's insides squirm and brought more nickers and whinnies from the big male's throat.

The usually mild-mannered engineer's face was a simple scowl of pleasure as he worked himself into a good pace of humping the speared stallion's upturned ass. Dante's tail wouldn't stop wagging, and his straining length plunged itself into the horse at an ever-increasing pace and effort. He looked like was not only having a great time, but also panted as if he had just come from a long jog. Putting all this effort into their fucking in the hot afternoon air made it even sweatier, more slick, as the musk permeated the air.

"Hmmpmph....you...hmm...ready for...." the Sheppie swallowed and thrust his knot firmly against the stallion's pucker.

"Y....yeah!" Gage whinnied in response, hand flying over his thick dong.

"Here....we....ahh..."

Dante resumed his thrusts, hard and fast, but putting extra pressure whenever he buried himself into the horse, to try and force the sizeable bulb of his knot through the stallion's anus. The muscled ring did not resist him actively, and it only took him a few more pushes before the flesh yielded and their bodies were suddenly locked together.

The sudden penetration of three more inches of particularly thick part of the cock made Gage's eyes fly open, and the motion pushed Dante forward, too, to lean over the stallion while he finally took him, balls deep. The surge of pleasure mixed with pain from the sudden stretching action made Gage's insides clench, and his cock throbbed almost sorely in his grip, ready to burst.

Dante gripped tight onto the stallion's thighs and began the final, primal humping that was a telltale sign of the very final phase to their encounter. He only had the inch or below his knot, and every thrust put immense pressure onto the stallion's hole, and created a frenzy while his tip pumped against Gage's extra sensitive prostate. He no longer could feel the separate thrusts, only a warm glow that intensified with each passing motion.

"AAAGGGH!"

Gage's body clamped down on the still-thrusting Sheppie, unable to take more as his rectum coiled and the tension finally released itself. The pleasure exploded from his belly, it spread, burned and flowed, hotly, until it reached the tip of his cock and unleashed the torrent of musky spunk all over the stallion's chest. He barely noticed the hot splashes or the musk, the pleasure was overpowering, hot and persistent, so different from the heat of blowing his load into a hot mare.

Dante's eyes glowed while he watched the stallion's extravagant ejaculation, and hurried to ramp up his thrusts until his own hips burned and his balls almost ached from slapping against the side of the table and the horse's taint. His tail went rigid a moment before his hips slammed home, and then there was nothing more to it than liquid pleasure, enough to make him shudder, bark, grunt and yip while his hips ground form side to side, his thicker furs meshing with Gage's silky rump while he bred the stallion's hole. He flooded the condom easily and made the plastic bulge, deep inside the horse's guts. His knot made it sure that there would be no pulling out immediately, not even after his cock finished jerking and the Sheppie simply stood still, panting, and watching the stallion.

Gage's maw was open, his hand had fallen off his dick that now laid against his belly, with a small amount of equine juices still oozing out into a new puddle about the horse's topmost abs. White streaks covered his chest, and there was one on his neck, and a definite glob of spunk hung from his chin, too, heavily, not to mention those on the tabletop.

Dante snuffled at the sight of the new varnish on his kitchen furniture, and nudged the stallion's chest with his knuckles to rouse some life into his guest.

"How're you doing, Gage?"

The stallion flicked a weary and only let out a rumble, along with his heavy breaths, and relaxed his legs against the Sheppie's sleek shoulders. He didn't see anywhere else to have them for now, and hoped that Dante was stronger than he seemed, and could keep it up for as long as they were tied together. Their hips were mashed together, which made the pressure on his tail ring to be mercifully light for the moment, even if the thick tip and its hot, plastic-contained pouch of seed still throbbed against his newly drained prostate gland.

"I'll take that as a 'fuck, yeah, I'm doing great'," the Sheppie noted.

Gage let out a mellow huff.

"I must say..." Dante spoke, and before Gage could react, flicked his thumb over the pearly glob on the stallion's chin and brought it to his lips.

Gage's eyes widened when he watched the Sheppie suckle on his thumb, well knowing that the dog was now eating his cum off his face! The stallion tensed a little, especially when the Sheppie's grin seemed to only broaden after he smacked his lips.

"...that I forgot to mention another thing I like about men..."

Gage's tailhole checked when he saw the Sheppie swallow.

"I..." he nickered," I think I have an idea."

Dante chuckled and patted the stallion's stretched-out leg, which rested against his own belly now that they were still in close quarters.

"Say...since we're going to be stuck like this for a while now..." Dante continued, "you mind if I...groom you a bit?"

The Sheppie's eyes roamed over the stallion's sprawled, messy body, and when he saw the canine lick his lips, Gage bared his teeth.

"You're not gonna lick me anywhere, Dante..." he spoke in a warning.

Dante chuckled and poked his thumb near the stallion's right nipple, where another glob of manly seed had fallen.

"I didn't mean that...not that I would mind...only this..." he rumbled, flicked the spooge onto his pad, and brought it up to his muzzle.

Gage let out a huff, but didn't see any escape to the situation, except a possibly unpleasant attempt to extract the canine object in his ass without waiting for the sizeable knot to go down. Sure, he did it with his toys, but it was a bit different here, where all he wanted was to enjoy the after-glow to the best cum of the week.

His ears might've been burning with the admission, or the sound of Dante suckling on his cum-flavored thumb, but even the zebra mare couldn't really compare to the heat he had just experienced.

"Fine," the stallion rumbled and folded his other arm under his neck, too, for a more comfortable pillow. "But no touching my dick."

The Sheppie's chuckle brought a whiff of cum breath to Gage's nose, enough to make him snort and nicker in reply. Dante simply smiled and patted the stallion's speared rump with his paw.

"Let me guess...that'd be took gay."

"Damn hell right it would!"

"No gay stuff, then," the Sheppie rumbled, and sought out a nice, slimy trail across the stallion's left pectoral muscle.

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